I noticed that one of the things I like most about walks in Dufton is the sound of streams tinkling over rocks. In observing that the places that I find most beautiful are the patches where the surface is disturbed, it reminded me of a recent conversation with a colleague. It was pointed out that our times of greatest learning are at times of disruption, when our thoughts are shaken from well worn grooves. And I reflected that I have found this true for me too. My most significant personal learning and growth have occurred when my circumstances have been most disturbed, not at times of smoothness.
That's a bit of a nuisance tho. Times of ease are more comfortable than times of disruption. Pesky that.
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